Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.